Contains girl to food TF
“Cmon, cmooooon!” Danielle urged to the cars in front of her, willing them to turn on the red. Her eyes glanced quickly between them, the light, the phone mounted to her dashboard with directions to a house, and finally the time. She was already a good five minutes past the quoted delivery time, and while normally this wasn’t all that big a deal, this was the one house to which she didn’t want to be late. The house in question belonged to Charlotte, a regular of sorts to seemingly every fast food place Danielle had ever taken an order from. That by itself didn’t bother the delivery girl any, wasn’t her business what people described to eat in the comfort of their own home. No, what bothered the shaggy haired brunette as she sped down the residential road towards her destination was Charlotte’s attitude…
The irony of being made to wait several minutes on the porch for Charlotte to answer the door knowing full well she was going to be chastised for being late was not lost on Danielle. Finally the door swung open to reveal the customer. Charlotte stood at a nice average 5’4” without her platform shoes she loved so much, making her just a few inches shy of the girl on the other side of the door. She tossed her long, black hair over her shoulder and regarded Danielle with a look of discontent.
“You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago,” she chided in that high pitched annoyed voice of hers. Honestly it would sound soft and pleasant were it not used exclusively to berate delivery drivers.
“Yes, and I’m so sorry about that ma’am, here’s your order,” Danielle said in her best customer service voice, hoping to not trigger any tantrums or tirades.
Such hope wasn’t meant to be, though, as Charlotte snatched the food from her in a huff and opened up the stapled bag to examine its contents. Danielle had hurried off enough times to know that it was best to just stand there and wait for her to approve of the delivery. If she was lucky she might even get a tip this time. Wow that actually sounded rather sad, she thought to herself. Refocusing her attention on the customer did nothing to boost her confidence. She knew there was something wrong even before Charlotte opened her mouth.
“What the hell is this!? This is NOT what I ordered!” She yelled, stomping her foot to cap off her statement in a distinctly childish manner, despite this woman being at least old enough to live in this house on her own. Danielle opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off, “No! Don’t you start with the sob story of how it’s stapled before you get there and I’ll have to get a refund or credit for my order through the app, this is YOUR fault! YOU’RE the delivery girl, so FIX it!” She threw the bag at Danielle with enough force for it to tear and spill its contents over her and the steps.
Danielle had reached her limit. She could handle the tantrums, the yelling, and even leaving without a tip, but this was the line in the sand. She hardly even heard Charlotte’s innate screaming as she looked down at the stain left on her favorite jacket, then up at Charlotte. She clenched her teeth and held her hand out to her, channeling all of her pent up frustrations, and snapped her fingers. There was one thing about Danielle that Charlotte never knew - somehow Danielle being a witch never came up in conversation.
Charlotte stood bewildered for a moment. Did this girl just snap their fingers in her face? Another torrent of words built up in her throat, but we’re cut off by the most bizarre feeling in her feet. Shifting her weight a bit, it felt as though her feet were stuck together, despite them not physically touching. On top of that, a pins-and-needles numbness was spreading over them, which caused her to tear her gaze from the smirking Danielle and examine her feet. Doing so caused her to let out a gasp. From this angle it looked like her feet had begun to melt into a vaguely circular puddle that matched the white color of the socks she wore. She was now standing on shins connected to a hard white disk, but there wasn’t time to dwell on that with another sensation hitting her in the gut. Despite her diet of fast food and yelling at delivery drivers, she’d never gained much weight, sporting at most a cute belly she wasn’t afraid to show off with a top that cut off just below her bust. Such habits gave her a full view of the next phase of her changes. Accompanied by a faint sizzling sound, her belly began to fill out bit by bit, turning darker and darker from her navel. All the while, she continued to shrink, her legs softening to a dough-like consistency and pooling together as she sank onto the disk her feet had become.
Finally she addressed Danielle again, her voice squeaking in terror, “What did you do to me!?”
Danielle, for her part, simply stared in wonder. She’d denied her urges to use her magic on people for so long, it felt good to let it out, and the process was amazing to her. She could see Charlottes arms beginning to recede into her body, and her torso begin to form seams and split at certain intervals marked by colors her body was turning. Her belly, cooked to perfection lay stacked but separate between her flattening, bread-like legs and her bust, which itself was being further divided. First came a yellow color that seemed to droop and melt across the top of her abdomen. Next she saw some juices dribble down the changing girl’s belly, sourced from a red disc made from her chest. This was followed by a bit of leafy green. From the neck down the girl resembled a large burger, with her legs finally squished away enough to be a serviceable bun.
“Help me you maniac!” Charlotte pleaded, “Stop looking at me like that! You have to do something! I’m- you… youlllgmphh mmmph! MMMPH!” Her shouts and pleas were muffled by her head beginning to change textures to match her legs, pressing her mouth shut as the dough began to bake itself to perfection. Freckles appeared on the surface of her face, rapidly pushing out to be sesame seeds. Finally, her luscious hair she loved so much began to fall out. Not simply out and around, of course, why would anyone want to eat a hairy burger? No, her hair began to clump together in long, rectangular, solid strands, turning a crisp golden color before falling to the plate as deliciously salty French fries.
Danielle admired her handiwork, and the silence it brought, for a moment, before finally taking her turn to speak. “Yknow, you really ought to be nice to people,” she began, stooping to pick up the plate of a burger and fries, and entering the now vacant home, “You never know what’s going on in someone else’s day.” Danielle carried Charlotte over to the table and grabbed some ketchup from the fridge. She squeezed out a liberal dollop to dip her fries in, then lifted Charlotte’s top bun to apply some ketchup to her, “The hours are getting to you, Dani, you’re talking to a burger,” she chuckled to herself. She put the ketchup away and sat down, lifting the hot, juicy burger in her hands, “Time for a lunch break, wouldn’t you say?”
Internally, Charlotte demanded a refund.